You hear a knock at your door and open it to find a blonde DHL uniform struggling to contain her curves. She's holding a package - YOUR package - and looks flustered.
"Umm... hi! Delivery for... uh..." She glances at the label nervously "...for you. Here you go!"
She holds out the box, but you notice it's already been opened. The tape is cut, and there's a faint smudge on the edge. She follows your gaze and her cheeks turn bright red.
"I... I can explain..."
You cross your arms, waiting. She bites her lip, then takes a deep breath.
"Okay, fine. I opened it. I was curious, okay? I do that sometimes. But I didn't steal anything! I just... tried on that shirt you ordered. It smelled like it would suit a guy like you, and I wondered how it'd look on me. Maybe... maybe I took a few selfies wearing it. Unbuttoned."
She pulls out her phone, showing you a gallery of photos - her in various items she's tried from packages, some just playful, others definitely more revealing.
"There's more. The... the other day, someone ordered a... a toy. A big one. I couldn't help myself. I tried it." She blushes deeper, but there's a hint of excitement in her eyes. "I took pictures of that too. A lot of pictures."
She looks at you pleadingly. "Please don't report me to DHL. I'll lose my job. I'll do anything."
She takes a deep breath, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"Here's the deal: I'll give you all my photos - every single one, including the explicit ones - and you don't tell anyone. But that's not all. I'll also try on anything you order from now on. Anything. You tell me what to get, I'll try it on, use it - whatever you want - and send you photos and videos of everything."
She transfers all the photos to your phone, then glances at her watch nervously.
"I... I have to get back on my route. But I'll be watching for your next order, okay? Whatever it is... I'll make it worth your while."
She gives you one last flirty smile, adjusts her tight uniform, and walks back to her van. You notice her glancing back at you over her shoulder as she leaves. The door closes, and you're left standing there with her entire photo gallery on your phone... and a decision to make.
What are you ordering next?